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Behind  the  Scenes.     I 


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Sung  by  Ned  Bakry 


When  but  a  little  boy,  it  really  was  my  joy 
sit  the  theatre,  I'll  admit, 


f)  When  lc 
fl      To  vi 

Si  How  happy  I  would  be,  the  performances  to  see  '_ 
While  seated  in  the  gallery  or  pit,  \J 

1  thought  that  all  was  real  that  the  curtain  did  Q 
Yi         reveal.  (\ 

/  But  since  then  I've  grown  beyond  my  teens;  / 
0  I  begin  to  understand  that  in  point  it's  very  %) 
Q         grand ;  Cf 

X  But  it's  very  different  just  behind  the  scenes.  f\ 
\{  So  if  you'll  attend  for  a  moment  my  dear  friends,  n 
U  I'll  try  the  very  best  within  my  humble  means  if 
\)  To  prove  to  you  to-night  that  in  point  it  may  (J 
f\  look  bright,  Q 

X      But  its  very  different  just  behind  the  scenes.  / 

l\  The  comedian  is  one,  while  causing  lots  of  fun  :Q 
#      His  heart  may  yet  hang  heav}'  in  his  breast,'; 
y  And  the  man  that  plays  the   king  (it  seems  a  J 
(J  curious  thing) 

F\  In  private  may  be  very  poorly  dressed, 
;»      And  the  ladies  too,  so  fair,  go  floating  thro' 
jf  the  air,  JT 

i)  And  look  like  little  angels  there,  instead  u 

()  May  often  have  to  roam  into  a  wretched  home  (J 
f\  And  sometimes  go  supperless  to  bed.  r\ 

V»  While  he  who  pla3Tsthe  part  of  the  man  with  r. 
If  the  stung  heart,  W 

0  And  makes  you  think  his  temper  is  like  fiends,  \J 
(J  Could  you  see  him  when  away  you'd  very  likely  Q 
ff  say,  [scenes.  A 

v      He's  the   mildest  looking   man    behind   the  V< 

ft  It's  just  the  same  in  life;  what  lots  of  care  and  f, 

strife  _  \l 

And  suffering  some  people  undergo,         [fine,  li 

For  just  to  cut  a  shine  and  make  themselves  look  £j 

They  think  of  nothing  else  but  outside  show. 

They  fancy  and  suppose  that  those  who  wear 

fine  clothes, 

Are  the  richest,  the  wisest  and  the  best. 

But  an  honest  heart  and  mind  is  respected  most  i 

you'll  find,  r\ 

No  matter  whether  rich  or  poorly  dressed,      jf 

There  are  many  that  you  know  who  have  caused  U 

themselves  much  woe,  (J 

Bj  trying  hard  to  live  beyond  their  means.      f\ 

Although  they  wear  a  smile,  yet  really  all  the  /( 

while,  [the  scenes.  / 

They  are  really   very  wretched  just  behind  (j 

There's  many  a  married  pair,  no  doubt  you  are  if 
aware,  \) 

Q      Who  in  public  look  so  loving  and  so  kind, 
r\  Could  you  see  them   when   away  in   homelike  j 
a  privacy,  k 

JJ  A  very  different  state  of  things  you'd  find.  y 
(j  Sometimes  it  is  the  wife  who  causes  all  the  swife,  Q 
I  Sometimes  it  is  the  husband  who's  to^blame.  Q 
Let  that  be  as  it  may,  whoever  makes  the  fray,  /. 
They're  sure  to  quarrel  sometimes,  all  the  CJ 
same,  [besides.  (J 

Although  they  try   to   hide  from  all  the  world  f\ 
The  snarls  and  growls  of  which   their  house-  M 
hold  teems ;  [dear,  J 

And  often  when  you  hear  them  call  each  other  (J 
They'd  bite  each  other's  noses  just  behind  the  (\ 
scenes.  / 


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CHAMPAGNE  CHARLIE, 

:  OR  : 

Moet  and  Shandon. 

» 

Suns'    toy    "Vivian. 

»  .  » 

What  care  I  if  the  world's  turn'd  round, 

No,  let  it  turn  and  turn  again, 
No  matter  if  its  up-side-down, 

It  still  produces  good  Chmpagne. 
Never  care  I  how  the  times  may  go, 

Oh!  I  oh!  oh!  I  oh!, 
Moet  and  Shandon  still  drowns  all  woe, 

Oh!  I  oh  I  oh!. 


Champagne  Charlie  was  my  name, 
Champagne  drinking  gained  my  fame, 
So  as  of  old  when  on  the  spree, 
Moet  and  Shandon's  the  wine  for  me. 

The  people  may  of  Paris  talk, 

And  call  that  city  fine  and  gay, 
Whene'er  I  visit  La  Belle  France, 

Esparnay's  where  I  make  my  stay, 
Down  on  the  banks  where  the  streamleto  flow. 

Oh!  I  oh!  oh!  I  oh!, 
Purple  and  gold  do  the  grape-vines  grow. 
Oh!  I  oh!  I  oh!. 

Champagne  Charlie,  Ac, 

White  wines  are  pale,  and  have  no  taste, 

The  red,  indeed,  have  too  much  hue, 
Moselle  in  pleasing  often  fails, 

Still  Hock's  too  slow,  and  suits  but  few; 
Burgundy,  Sherry,  Greek  wines,  Bordeaux, 

Oh!  I  oh[  oh!  I  oh!, 
Like  Port  from  Spain,  do  but  taste  so,  so, 
Oh!Ioh!Ioh!. 

Champagne  Charlie,  4c. 

Champagne's  the  wine  for  giving  toasts, 

Let  husbands  pledge  their  buxom  wives, 
Whilst  lovers  drink  to  sweethearts  true, 

And  bachelors  to  married  lives; 
They'll  not  keep  single  for  long,  I  know, 

Oh!  I  oh!  oh  I  oh!, 
Bach'lors  by  "Cham"  will  be  turn'd  to  beaux, 
Oh!  I  oh!  1  oh!. 

Champagne  Charlie,  Ac. 

So  come,  who'll  join  my  jolly  crowd? 

At  midnight  we'll  commence  the  spreCj 
Hurrah  for  "Cham"  we'll  shout  aloud, 

And  laugh,  and  chaff,  and  sing  with  glee; 
Topping  of  corks  shall  let  people  know, 

Obi  I  oh!  oh!  I  oh!, 
"Cham"  does  as  freely  as  water  now, 
Oh!  I  oh!  I  oh!. 

Champagne  Charlie,  Ac- 

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Massa's  gone  to  town  de  news  to  hear 
And  he  has  left  the  overseer 
To  look  over  all  de  niggers  here, 
While  I  make  love  to  Sally  ! 
She's  such  a  bell, 
A  real  dark  swell ; 
She  dress  so  slick,  and  look  so  well  ! 
Dar's  not  a  gal  like  Sally. 

Chorus. 
Sally,  come  up  !  oh,  Sally  go  down 
Sally,  come  twist  your  heel  around 
De  old  man  he's  gone  down  to  town- 
Oh,  Sally,  come  down  de  middle  ! 

Last  Monday  night  I  gave  a  ball, 
And  I  invite  de  niggers  all  : 
De  thick,  de  thin,  de  short,  de  tall ; 
But  none  came  up  to  Sally  ! 
And,  at  de  ball, 
She  did  lick  them  all ; 
Black  Sal  was  de  fairest  gal  ob  all — 
My  hibly,  charming  Sally  ! 
Sally,  come  up  !  &c. 

De  riddle  was  play'd  by  Pompey  Jones, 
Uncle  Ned  he  shook  de  bones, 
Joe  play'd  on  de  pine-stick  stones  ;  — 
But  dey  couldn't  play  up  to  Sally  ! 
Ole  Dan  Roe 
Play'd  the  ole  banjo, 
Ginger  Blue  do  big  drum  blew — 
But  ho  couldn't  blow  like  Sally. 
Sally*,  come  up  !  &c. 


Dar  was  dat  lubly  gal  Miss  Fan, 
Wid  a  fy.ee  as  broad  as  a  frying-pan  ;  • 
But  Sally's  is  as  broad  again — 
Dar's  not  a  face  like  Sally's  ! 
She's  got  a  foot 
To  Oil  out  de  boot, 
So  broad,  so  lon6,  as  a  gum-tree  root, 
Such  a  foot  has  Sally  ! 
Sally,  come  up  !  &e. 
Sally  can  dance,  Sally  can  sing, 
De  cat-choke  reel, and  breakdown  fling;  j 
To  get  de  niggers  in'  a  string, 
Dar's  not  a  gal  like  Sally  I 
Tom,  Sam,  and  Ned 
Oft  wish  me  dead  ; 
To  dem  both  all  tree  I  said  : 
Don' t  you  wish  you  may  get  my  Sally? « 
SaMy,  come  up  !  &c. 
Sally  has  got  a  lubly  nose, 
Flat  across  her  face  it  grows  ; 
It  sounds  like  tunder  when  it  blows, 
Such  a  lubly  nose  has  Sally  ! 
She  can  smell  a  rat, 
So  mind  what  you're  at: 
It's  rader  sharp,  although  it's  flat, 
Is  de  lubly  nose  ob  Sally  ! 
Sally,  come  up  !  &c. 
Do  odor  night  I  said  to  her  : 
I'll  hab  you,  if  you'll  hab  me. 
All  right,  says  she,  I  do  agree, 
So  I  smash  up  wid  Sally. 
She's  rader  dark, 
But  quite  up  to  de  mark  ; 
Neber  was  such  a  gal  for  a  lark, 
Such  a  clipper  gal  was  Sally  ! 

Sally,  come  up  !  &c.    _^ 


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THE  YALLER  GAL 
THAT  WINKED  AT  ME! 

As   sung   by   ASHCROFT, 

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Your  attention  I  ask  for  a  while 

To  a  song  I'm  going  to  sing  you — 
It'j  about  a  pretty  yaller  gal  I  met  while  walking, 

And  she  threw  such  a  glance  at  roe — 
She  was  pretty  and  as  sweet  as  a  flower — 

Such  clothes  you  never  did  see — 
She'd  a  darling  little  bonnet  with  a  flower-garden  on  it, 

Had  the  yaller  gal  that  winked  at  me. 

Chords,— Oh,  my  !  she  looked  so  sweet 
And  she  dressed  so  neat, 
With  her  tilting  hoops  and  pretty  little  feet, 
As  she  went  skipping  along: 
I  Pretty  little  yaller  gal, 

1  met  while  I  was  walking. 

And  she  threw  such  a  glance  at  me, 

.As  she  skipped  across  the  gutter, 

My  heart  went  in  a  flutter, 

For  the  yaller  gal  that  winked  at  me. 

I  immediately  asked  her  her  name, 

And  she  said  it  was  Lucinda, 
She  said  I  was  a  stunner,  and  for  life  that  I  had  won  her. 

And  married  we  should  be; 
So  I  dress'd  up  and  I'd  walk  by  her  house. 

Ever?  afternoon,  about  three — 
And  I'd  glance  up  at  the  window,  for  to  see  my  dear  Lucinda — 

She's  the  yaller  gal  that  winked  at  me. 

Chords — 

Oh  !  you  should  have  seen  her,  on  her  wedding  day — 

She  was  handsome  as  a  Venus — 
When  the  Parson  made  us  one — ah!  then  the  thing  was  done. 

And  I  never  felt  so  happy  in  my  life  ; 
So,  I've  bought  -a  little  place  out  of  town — 

If  you  go  by,  stop  in  and  see — 
You'll  be  ,welcom'd  by  a  wife  that's  dear  to  me  as  life — 

She's  the  yaller  gal  that  winked  at  me. 

Chorus — 

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THE 

DOONY 


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AIR, 

Wlirti  Johnny  come-  Marching 

home. 

U  Sungjjy  MAT  KKI.I.V. 

Entered  according  to  &Q|  of 
Congress, 


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There  came  a  man  from  Loudon  Town — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
A  pugilist  of  great  renown — hurrah,  hurrah! 
Chief  of  light  weights  h«  claimed  to  lie. 
Till  he  met  little  Tommy  of  Calif  or  n  i. 
Chorus — Ami  we'll  all  feel  gay  when  he  goes  marching  home. 

When  Dooney  entered  in  the  ring — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
He  danced  about  like  a  harlequin — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
But  Tommy  says  he,  with  a  wink  and  a  smile. 
•'I'll  cure  you  of  Dancing  after  a  while.'' 

At  the  very  first  round,  this  bragging  Mull — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
Began  to  think  his  hands  were  full — hurrah,  hurrah  1 
As  Tommy  let  fly  into  Dooney's  rigbl  eye 
A  very  deep  gash  that  made  him  quite  shy. 

Ah  Dooney  you  came  here  for  the  belt — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
And  one  you  got  'twas  made  of  felt — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
When  Tommy  launched  you  a  clip  on  the  bill, 
'That's  one"  says  he  "for  the  boys  ou  the  hill." 

Says  Chandler,  now  I'll  bring  in  my  right — hurrah,  hurrah! 
And  quickly  I'll  end  this  fight — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
And  the  punishment  fell  so  thick  and  fast 
That  Dooney  thought  this  light  was  his  last. 

On  round  the  twenty-third  ami  last — hurrah,  hurrah  ! 
Poor  Dooney,  he  was  failing  fast — hurrah,  hurrah! 
For  the  boy  sent  out  a  terrible  lunge 
Which  broke  his  jaw  and  they  threw  up  the  sponge. 

Poor  Dooney  you'll  no  more  Harass — Hurrah,  hurrah 
By  Bplurgen  round  wid  cheek  and  brass  —hurrah,  hm 
California's  pel,  has  won  the  game, 
And  yon  have  lost  your  money  and  fame. 


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AIR:  "Hurrah  for  Harry  Clay." 


We  aro  coming,  Kather  Abraaui.  three  haudred 
thousand  more, 

From  Mississippi's  winding  stream  and  from  New 
England  a  shore: 

We  leave  our  ploughs  and  workshops,  our  wives 
and  children  dear. 

With  hearts  too  full  for  utterance,  with  but  a  silent 
tear ; 

We  dare  not  look  behind  us,  but  steadfastly  be- 
fore— 

We  are  coining,  Kather  Abraam— three  hundred 
thousand  more! — ^Repeat. 

If  you  look  across  the  hill-tops  that  meet  the  north- 
ern sky. 

Long  moving  lines  of  rising  dust  your  vision  may 
descry: 

And  now  the  wind,  an  instant,  tears  the  cloudy  veil 
aside. 

And  floats  aloft  our  spangled  flag  in  glory  and  in 
pride ; 

And  bayonets  iu  the  sunlight  gleam,  and  bands 
brave  music  hour — 

We  arc  coining.  Father  Abraain— three  hundred 
thousand  more! 

If  you  look  all  up  our  valleys,  where  the  growing 
harvests  shine. 

You  may  see  our  sturdy  farmer-boys  fast  forming 
into  line: 

And  children  from  their  mothor's  knees  are  pulling 
at  the  weeds. 

And  learning  how  to  reap  and  sow.  against  their 
oountry's  needs: 

And  a  farewell  group  stands  weeping  at  every  cot- 
tage door— 

We  are  coming.  Father  Abraam — three  hundred 
thousand  more! 

You  have  called  us,  and  we're  coming,  by  Rich- 
mond's bloody  tide, 

To  lay  us  down  for  Freedom's  sake,  our  brother's 
bones  beside: 

Or  from  foul  treason's  savage  grasp  to  wrench  the 
murderous  blade. 

And  in  the  face  of  foreign  foes  its  fragments  to  pa- 
rade. 

Six  hundred  thousand  loyal  men  and  true  have 
gone  before — 

We  are  coming.  Father  Abraam— three  hundred 
thousand  more! 


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GRAFTED    INTO    THE    ARMY. 


Sung  by    WALTKK  BRAY,  TALBOT,  Ac. 


Our  Jimmy  has  gone  for  to  live  in  a  tent, 

They  have  grafted  him  into  the  army  ; 
lie  finally  puckered  up  courage  and  went, 

When  they  grafted  him  into  the  army. 
I  told  them  the  child  was  too  young,  alas! 
At  the  captain's  forequarters  they  said  he  would  pass, 
They'd  train  him  up  well  in  the  infantry  class. 

So  they  grafted  him  into  the  army. 

Chorus — Oh,  Jimmy,  farewell  !  your  brother's  fell, 
'Way  down  in  Alabarmy  ; 
I  thought  they  would  spare  a  lone  widdcr's  heir, 
But  they  grafted  him  into  the  army. 

Lhvst  up  in  his  unicorn,  dear  little  chap, 

They  have  grafted  him  into  the  army  ; 
It  seems  but  a  day  since  he  sot  in  my  lap, 

But  they  grafted  him  into  the  army. 
And  these  are  the  trousies  he  used  to  wear, 
Them  very  same  buttons,  the  patch,  and  the  tear, 
But  Uncle  Sam  gave  him  a  bran  new  pair, 

When  they  grafted  him  into  the  army. 

Now  in  my  provisions  I  see  him  revealed, 

The_y  have  grafted  him  into  the  army  ; 
A  picket  Vside  the  contented  field, 

They  have  grafted  him  into  the  army. 
He  looks  kinder  sickish — begins  to  cry, 
A  big  volunteer  standing  right  in  his  eye 
Oh,  what  if  the  ducky  should  up  and  die, 

Now  they've  grafted  him  into  the  army* 

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The  Beecher  Scandal! 


SUNG   BY   DICK    BKOWV 


The   Beecher  scandal's  all  the  rage, 

And  full  of  jolly  fun, 
It's  the  sensation  of  the  age, 

A  joke  for  every  one  ; 
And  every  tongue  is  wagging  fast, 

To  keep  it  fresh  and  new, 
It's  Tilton-Beecher  first  and  last 

And  Mrs.  Tillon  too. 


Now  Beecher's  guilty,  one  will  say, 

Another  will  deny, 
A  third  will  bet  you  anyway 

The  whole  concern's  a  lie  ; 
A  fourth  a  tale  will  tell  to  you, 

About  a  straying  lamb, 
And  Mrs.  Tilton  was  the  sheep 

And  Beecher  was  the  ram. 


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The   row  is  spreading  far  and  wi<l»-, 

And  what's  it  all  about, 
i  'ause  Mrs.  T to  Beecher  hied 

When  Tilton  happened  out, 
A  nd  Beecher  eased  her  longing  heart' 

And  made  her  once  more  whole, 
li  was  his  duty  to  impart 

Salvation  to  her  soul. 

Oh,  what  a  little  thing  it  needs, 

To  create  such  a  shock, 

<  >t  course,  it  is  a  shepherd's  creed 

« 
To  tend  his  loving  flock  ; 

And  Mrs.  Tilton's  wants  were  preaa     • 
And  what  could  Beecher  do, 

Hut  take  her  to  his  manly  breast 
And  kindly  put  her  through. 


i 


J'ut  Tilton  in  his  little  bed, 

]jH\  Woodhull  by  his  side, 
.Stand  Mrs.  Tilton  on  her  head 

And  let  poor  Beecher  slide  ; 
For  if  he  is  a  he  old  Ram, 

rTWas  nature  made  him  so, 
Then  let  him  tend  his  tender  lambs, 

He's  on  it,  boys,  you  know. 


»ao^O'ac>^croc>a(^oooi^Qaia(7ao'<Bo<ao'&OQ'ac 


Since  Mary  Ann 


IE   TIE 


Tra-la-la-loo. 


!  i 


My  name  is  John  MoGuokin,  I'm  a  dacint   working 

man, 
1  tries  to  raise  my  children  up  the  very  best  I  can; 
But  with  my  daughter  Mary  Ann  I  don't  know  what 

to  do— 
For  she's   learned   a   kind  of  dancing  that  they  call 

the  Tra-la-la-loo. 

CHORUS. 
Since  Mary  Ann  learned  how  to  dance, 

I  don't  know  what  to  do; 
She's  out  all  night  till  broad  daylight,         « 

A  dancing  the  Tra-la-la-loo. 

On  every  moonlight  pic-nic  sure  my  daughter  can  be 
found, 

And  when  I  bid  her  stay  at/  home,  she  says  :  "  Go 
feel  around!" 

And  on  starlight  excursions,  where  the  baud  plays 
"  Flewy-come-flew," 

'Tis  there  I'll  find  «>y  Mary  Ann  a  skipping  the  Tra- 
la-la-loo. 

Chorus.- — Since  Mary  Ann,  etc. 

Bad    luck  to  moonlight   pic-nics,  they   have  ruined 

Mary  Ann, 
Since  first  she  learned  to  pivot  with  young  Terry  and 

his  gang; 
But  if  I  find  her  there  again  I'll  beat   her  black   and 

blue  — 
She's  gone  to  the  divil  intirely  since  she  learned  the 

Tra-la-la-loo. 

Chorus. — Since  Mary  Ann,  etc. 


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FIRST  SHE  WOULD  AND 
THEN  SHE  WOULDN'T, 

OR,  O  YOU  NAUGHTY,  NAUGHTY  MAN ! 
As  Sung  by  Hughey  Robinson  at  Buckley's  Varieties. 


To  an  evening  party  once  I  went. 

And  I  met  such  a  nice  young  girl ; 
Dress'd,  O  so  fine,  and  smother'd  in  scent, 

My  head  soon  felt  in  a  whirl ; 
I  asked  her  if  she'd  dance  with  me, 

She  gave  a  languishing  smile, 
She  wouldn't  say  "  No,"  she  didn't  say  "Yes," 

She'd  quite  a  peculiar  style. 

Chorus — First  she  would,  and  then  she  wouldn't, 

Then  she  smiled,  and  said  "  she  couldn't," 
Then  she  said,  "  Oh  my,  you  shouldn't, 
O  you  naughty,  naughty  man  !" 

I  sat  down  by  the  fair  one's  side, 

And  handed  her  wine  and  cake  ; 
I  told  her  what  I'd  do  and  dare, 

For  such  a  darling's  sake. 
She  hung  her  head,  and  smiled,  and  giggled, 

Her  giggle  to  me  was  bliss ; 
And  when  we  parted  on  that  night, 

I  tried  to  steal  a  kiss. — Chorus. 

I  often  met  her  after  that, 

And  I'd  take  her  here  and  there, 
And  every  time  I  got  a  chance, 

My  passion  I'd  declare. 
I've  yuhmI  to  be  true  on  the  top  of  St.  Paul's 

On  the  Underground  Rail,  Richmond  Hill, 
At  last  I  said,  "if  she  wouldn't  wed, 

By  jingo,  myself  I'd  kill." — Chorus. 

1  thought  it  was  "  right,"  and  so  I  had 

The  banns  put  up  "  on  spec," 
And  sent  my  love  a  "  sweet  silk  dress," 

Her  darling  self  to  deck. 
Upon  the  wedding  morn  I  called, 

My  intended  bride  to  find, 
Not  dressed  at  all,  and  worst  of  all, 

She'd  not  made  up  her  mind. 

Spoken — She  said  she  thought — 

Chorus — At  first  she  would,  and  then  she  wouldn't, 

And  then,  somehow,  she  thought  she  couldn't, 
And  then  she  said,  "  I  really  shouldn't, 
And  I  was  a  naughty,  naughty  man." 

Well,  after  that,  we  married  were, 

And  we're  pretty  jolly  at  home  ; 
To  one  thing,  though,  my  wife  objects, 

That's  when  I  wish  to  roam. 
She  says  that  "  home's  the  proper  place 

For  all  good  married  men, 
If  T  trot  out  at  night  I  have 

To  be  in  bed  by  ten. 

Spoken — As  for  letting  me  have  the  latch-key — 

Chorus — Once  she  would,  but  now  she  wouldn't, 

I  say  "  she  could,"  she  says  "she  couldn't," 
She  says,  "  what's  more,  she's  sure  she  shouldn't," 
And  I'm  a  naughty,  naughty  man. 

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MISS  ELLA  WESNER'S  GREAT  CHARACTER  SONG, 

Oh  I  Nicodemus 


Sung  by  Miss  ELLA  WESNER,  at  the  Alhambra. 


My  lover  he's  going  to  sea,  Oh  !  Nicodenius, 

He's  going  away  and  leaving  me, 
To  watch  the  little  fishes,  swimming  in  the  sea  ; 

But  he'll  soon  wish  for  home,  and  to  be  back  with 
me, 
The  ship  will  heave  to,  Nicodemus  ! 
.     And  so  wretched  you  will  be,  so  wretched  you  will 
be  ; 

Chorus. 

(Spoken)  So  she  said — 

Oh  Nicodemus  !  Nicodemus  !  don't  you  go  away  ? 
I've  loved  you  Nicodemus  and  I've  loved  you 
many  a  day, 
I've  loved  you  in  your  plain  attire,  your  lovely  fustian 
coat, 
Dont  leave  me  Nicodemus,  for  that  boiler  busting 
boat. 

(Spoken.)     And  again  she  began  to  sing — 

Salt  water,  you  know,  is  very  wet,  Oh,  Nicodemus! 

You  know  you  are  my  only  pet, 
And  your  absence  will  cause  me  to  fume  and  fret; 

They  will  feed  you   on  salt  junk  and  nasty   soft 
boiled  peas, 
Think  of  this  well :  Nicodemus  ! 

Ere  you  cross  those  watery  seas,  those  windy  wa- 
tery seas ; 

So  she  said,  &c. 
And  she  also  said — 

Of  pumpkins  boiled  you'll  get  no  more,  Oh,  Nicodemus! 

Convince  yourself  of  this  before, 
You  can't  run  away  there's  no  back  door  ; 

Eeef  the  anchor,  Nicodemus,  the  Captain  he  will  say, 
You'll  have  to  hold  on  by  your  eyebrows; 

Or  youTl  be  blown  away,  straight  down  to  Botany 
Bay: 

So  she  said,  &c. 
This  is  what  he  said — 

Its  no  use  you  talking  to  me;  said  Nicodemus  ! 

For  I  intend  a  going  out  to  sea, 
Out  to  China  for  Souchong  and  Lingo  Tea. 

That's  a  profitable  cargo,   in  fact  you  can't  get 
better, 
Direct  from  Hong  Kong,  Australia. 

When  you  send  to  me  a  letter,  you  send  to  me  a 
letter. 
And  she  began  a  yelping, 

Oh,  Nicodemus,  &c. 


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t^s  Song,  1878. 

As  sung  by  Ned  Barry,  at  Buckley's   Varieties. 

Now  order,  gentlemen  if  you  please, 

And  listen  to  my  ditty; 
I  sing  about  the  year  that's  gone, 

Oh,  isn't  it  a  pity, 
That  we  get  older  every  day. 

Ain't  we  poor  devils  luckless? 
Yet  still  in  seventy-six,  I  hope 
To  see  you  all  at  Buckley's 
CHORUS. 
Here  we  go,  time  is  always  on  the  wing, 
The3T  all  say  so. 

There  was  in  Eighteen  seventy-five 

In  Mining  Stocks  a  panic, 
The  brokers  rushed  around  like  mad, 

Like  demons  quite  satanic, 
And  holders  of  the  "Ophir"  stock 

Had  looks  so  pale  and  blank,  sirs, 
Despair  seized  men  with  money  in 

The  California  Bank  sirs. 

Look  at  the  noble  buildings 

On  all  our  streets  are  standing, 
Nevada  Block,  Deposit  Bank 

And  Oakland  boat  New  Landing. 
With  Lotta's  Fount  on  Market  street, 

Our  love  for  her  is  zealous. 
We  had  a  large  Mechanics'  Fair, 

And  boys  ,  we've  built  the  Palace. 

In  Ralston's  death  we  lost  a  man, 

While  living  we  loved  dearly, 
His  useful  life  is  over  now, 

We  mourn  his  loss  sincerely. 
There  are  many  others  dead  that  I 

Might  mention  in  this  ditty. 
We  also  lost  in  death,  the  Mayor 

Of  San  Francisco  City. 

Mishaps  by  sea,  and  death  by  land 

The  year  has  been  prolific, 
I  scarcely  need  remind  you  of 

The  loss  of  the  Pacific 
The  fire  in  Virginia  too 

Should  be  to  us  a  warning 
To  keep  the  water  handy,  boys, 

And  save  our  homes  from  burning 

Now,  Eighteen  hundred  and  seventy  six 

Is  Uncle  Sam's  Centennial. 
One  hundred  years  have  rolled  away. 

And  still  he  blooms  perennial. 
Wo  all  must  go,  for  all  at  home 

To  stay  will  be  a  pity. 
Oh  wont  we  have  a  bully  time, 

In  Philadelphia  City. 

Emperor  Norton  says  he'll  go 

Just  for  change  of  whisky, 
Doctors,  lawyers  all  intend, 

But  that  I  think  is  risky, 
A  few  of  our  Police  might  go 

As  Public  Protectors, 
Our  City  Fathers  we  could  spare 

And  all  our  Tax  Collectors. 

For  finding  fault  about  my  song 

I  hope  you  find  no  reason. 
I  wish  you  all  the  compliments 

Of  this  very  happy  season. 
I  trust  that  Christmas,  Seventy -Six 

Will  find  us  here  all  right,  boys, 
So  here's  long  life  and  happiness 

And  a  sincere  good  night,  boys. 

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Words  by  E.  S  Marble. 


Music  by  J.  Thomas. 


Eilleen  Allanna,  Eilleen  Asthore; 

Light  ol  my  soul  and  its  Queen  evermore, 
It  seems  years  have  lingered  since  last  we  did  part; 

Eilleen  Allanna,  the  pride  of  my  heart. 
Oh!  darling  lov'd  one,  your  dear  smile  I  miss; 

My  lips  seem  to  cling  to  that  sweet  parting  kiss. 
Mavourneen,  thy  dear  face  I  see  at  the  door. 

Eilleen  Allanna,  Augus  Asthore, 

CHORUS. 

Faithful  I'll  be  to  the  Colleen  I  adore; 

Eilleen  Allanna,  Augus  Asthore. 
Faithful  I'll  be  to  the  Colleen  I  adore 

Eilleen  Allanna,  Augus  Asthore. 

Eilleen  Allanna,  Eilleen  Asthore; 

The  ocean's  blue  waters  wash  by  the  shore, 
01  that  dear  land  of  shamrock  where  thou  dost  abide, 

Waiting  the  day  wh  en  I'll  call  thee  my  bride. 
God  bless  you  darling,  I  know  you  are  true; 

True  to  the  boy,  who  would  die  now  for  you, 
My  heart  is  now  bleeding  to  its  innermost  core ; 

Eilleen  Allanna,  Augus  Asthore. 

CHORUS. 

Soon  I'll  be  back  to  the  Colleen  I  adore; 
Eilleen  Allanna,  Augus  Asthore, 
Soon  I'll  be  back  to  the  Colleen  1  adore; 
Eilleen  Allanna,  Augus  Asthore. 

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OR,  SWEET  CAMILLA  MAY. 

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In  an  ivy-covered  cottage, 

Hidden  back  of  oaken  trees, 
Lives  a  lovely  little  maiden, 

Blythe  and  happy  as  you  please. 
Where  upon  a  low  verandah, 

Every  summers'  eventide, 
I  sit  amid  the  flowers  fair 

Camilla  by  my  side. 

Chorus. 

All  among  the  roses, 

Making  sweet  proposes— 
Lovely,  Laughing,  soul  bewitching, 

Sweet  Camilla  May: 
Captivating,  aggravating, 

Never  tired  of  play — 
Flirting  like  a  little  birdie, 

Happy,  light  and  gay; 
Kill  me  or  I'll  die  with  love 

For  sweet,  Camilla  May. 

There's  a  pretty  white  camilia, 

Ever  glowing  in  her  hair, 
Lovely  violets  and  roses 

Blooming  in  her  face  so  fair; 
Little  stars  and  merry  sunshine 

In  her  eye  so  bright  and  gay, 
And  a  choir  of  angels  singing 

In  the  voice  of  Milly  May. 


Sym. 

Syi/i. 


All  among,  &c. 


Now  forget  not  to  remember, 

When  in  love  you  chance  to  be, 
Try  and  keep  in  all  your  feelings 

Not  act  foolishly  like  me; 
For  I  live  on,  hoping,  dreaming, 

Of  a  coming  joyous  day, 
When  I  make  of  one  Camilla, 

Such  a  lovely  sweet  bouquet. 


All  among,  &c. 


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The  Day  win  You'll  Forpt  I. 


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You  call  mo  sweet  and  tender  names, 
And  softly  smooth  my  tresses, 

And  all  the  while  my  happy  heart 
Beats  time  to  your  caresses. 

You  love  me  in  your  tender  way. 
1  answer  as  you  let  me. 

Hut  ah  !  there  comes  another  dav 
The  day  when  you'll  forget  me, 
The  day  when  you'll  forget  me. 

1  know  that  every  Meeting  hour 

Is  marked  by  thoughts  I  bring  you  : 

I  know  there  dwells  a  subtle  power 
In  the  sweet  songs  I  sing  you  — 

I  do  not  fear  the  darkest  way 
With  those  dear  arms  about  me; 

Ah  !  no,  I  only  dread  the  day 
When  you  can  live  with  out  me, 
When  you  can  live  with  out  me. 

And  still  you  call  me  tender  names,  » 
And  softly  smooth  my  tresses; 

And  still  my  happy  answ'rlng  heart 
Beats  time  to  your  caresses. 

Hush  !  let  me  put  that  touch  away, 
And  clasp  your  hands  above  me; 

So,  while  I  ask  to  die  that  day, 
The  dav  you  will  not  love  me, 
The  day  von  will  not  love  me. 

You  need  not  check  the  thoughts  that  rise 
With  darkness  wrapt  about  them; 

For  gazing  in  your  earnest  eyes, 
My  heart  can  all  most  doubt  them. 

Yet  hush  my  whispers  as  you  may, 
Such  (hidings  do  not  fret  me; 

Ah,  !  no  I  only  fear  that  day, 
The  day  when  yon'll  forget  me, 
The  day  when  you'll  forget  me. 


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Answer  to  "  Silver  Threads  Among  the  Gold." 

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When  silver  locks  replace  the  gold, 
I'll  love  you,  darling,  as  of  old, 
And  kiss  the  cheek  where  bloom'd  the  rose 
Ere  life  had  crept  so  near  its  close  ; 
The  eyes  that  were  so  fair  and  bright 
Still  shed  for  me  their  loving  light, 
And  on  j-our  lips  I  plainly  see 
The  smile  that's" alway  dear  to  me. 

CHORUS. 

When  silver  locks  replace  the  gold, 

I'll  love  you  darling,  as  of  old, 

And  kiss  the  cheek    where  bloom'd  the 

rose, 
Ere  life  had  crept  so  near  its  close. 

When  silver  locks  replace  the  gold, 
And  love  with  some  is  growing  cold, 
I'll  cling  to  you  with  all  my  heart, 
And  death  alone  our  love  shall  part; 
Thy  face  no  more  with  ruby  glows, 
The  lilly  has  replaced  the  rose, 
And  still  you  are  to  me  as  dear, 
Your  voice  is  just  as  sweet  and  clear. 

When  silver  locks,  etc. 

When  silver  locks  replace  the  gold, 
Our  stories  oft  will  be  retold, 
And  in  life's  last  declining  rays 
We'll  catch  a  glimpse  of  other  days  ; 
The  hands  that  clasp'd  each  other  true 
The  olden  vigor  will  renew, 
And  till  life's  busy  dream  is  o'er, 
I'll  love  you,  darling,  all  the  more. 

When  silver  locks,  etc. 


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CUMBERLAND'S    CREW. 

Oh.  shipmates  come  gather  and  join  in  my  ditty; 

It's  of  a  terrible  battle  that  happened  of  lats. 
Let  each  good  Union  tar  shed  a  tear  of  pity, 

\Vh«n  he'  thinks  of  the  once  gallant  Cumberland's 
late. 
The  eighth  day  of  March  told  a  terrible  story, 

And  many  a  brave  tar  to  this   world  bid  adieu. 
Vet  our  Flag  it  was  wrapt  in  a  mantle  of  glory 

By  the  heroic  deeds  of  the  Cumberland's  crew. 
On  that  ill-fated  day.  about  ten  in  the  morning, 

The  sky  i:  was  clear,  and  bright  shone  the  sun  ; 
The  drums  of  the  Cumberland  sounded  a  warning 

'I  hat  told  every  seaman  to  stand  by  his  gun. 
An  Iron-clad  frigate  down  on  US  came  bearing. 

And  high  in  the  air  the  rebel  flag  Hew  ; 
The  pennant  of  treason  she  proudly  was  waving, 

Dcioriniued  t<i  cuncrm  >  tlje  Cumberland's  crew 
Then  up  spoke  our  Captain  wish  stem  ir.  <u  u 

Saying:   My  boys, of  this  monster  now  don't  be  dis- 
mayed. 
We  swore  to  maintain  our  beloved  Constitution, 

And  to  die  for  our  country  we  are  not  afraid! 
We  tight  tor  the  Union,    our  cause  it  is  glorious 

To  the  stars  and  the  stripes  we  will  stand  ever  true 
We'll  sink  at  our  quarters  or  conquer  victorious. 

Was  answered   with  cheers  from  the  Cumberland's 
crew.  » 

Now  our  gallant  ship  fired  her  guns' dreadful  thunder. 

Her  broadside  like  hail  on  the  rebel  did  pour. 
The  people  gazed  on,  struck   with   tenor  and  wonder 
The  shots  struck  his  sides  and  glanced  harmless  o'er, 
But  the' pride  of  ..nr  Navy  could  never  be  daunted, 
Tho'  the  dead  and  the  wounded  her  deck  they  did 
strew  , 
And  the  flag  of  our  Union,  how  proudly  it  daunted. 
Sustained  by  th  f  the  Cumberland's  crew. 

BI.hvIt  'Ij'-j  nodi  l/eueatn  Virginia's  waters. 

Their  voices  on  earth  will  ne'er  be  heard  more — 
They'll   be  wept  by  Columbia's   brave  sons  and  fair 
daughters  ! 
May  their  blond  lie  avenged  on  Virginia's  shore! 
In  that  battle-stained  grave  they  are  silently  lying, 

Their  -ouls  have  forever  to  earth  bid  adieu; 
Hut  the  Star-spangled  Banner  above  them  is  flying — 
it  was  nailed  to  the  mast  by  the  Cumberland's  crew. 
They  fought  us  three  hours  with  stern  resolution, 
Till  those  rebels  found  cannon  would  never  avail  them 
For  the  (lag-  of  secession  I  as  no  power  to  gall  them, 
Tho' the  blood  from  lierscup     iv.it  erinison'd  the  tide; 
She  struck  us  amid  ships,  our  planks  she  did  sever. 
Her  sharp  iron  prong  pierced  unr,  noble  ship  through; 
And  still,  as  they  sunk  on  [net  dark  rolling  river 
■■We'll  die  at  our  units!"  cried  the  Cumberland's  crew, 
Columbia's  sweel  birth-right  of  freedom's  communion. 
Thy  Sag  nev   i  floated  s  i  proudly  before: 

lied  for  the  i'nion. 
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And'.  assemble. 

i  iod  !  d,  white  and  blue. 

Beneath  its  bright  stars,  well  cause  tyrants  to  tremble. 
Or  sink  at  our  guns  like  the  Cumberland's  crew. 


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■Written  and  Composed  by  Gus.  "Williams 


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If  yon  will  listen  unto  me, 

I'll  sing  to  you  a  <|***r» 
About  a  little  German  Band 

Tnat  plays  around  this  city  ; 
The  instruments  that  we  have  got, 

Are  a  trombone  and  a  cornet, 
An  alto  horn,  a  big  bass  drum, 

And  a  B  flat  clarinet. 

[Spoken]    Yes,  and  I  am  the  leader  of 

Chorus— That  little  German  Band, 

That  little  German  Band, 
The  people  cry,  and  say  "  Oh,  my! ' 

As  we  march  thro'  the  land. 
That  little  German  Band, 

That  little  German  Band, 
The  people  cry,  and  say  "Oh,  my! ' 

As  we  march  thro'  the  land. 


II. 

We  go  around  the  city  streets, 

With  melody  united, 
And  when  we  play  our  pretty  tunes, 

The  people  are  delighted; 
"  No  more  Brown  Jugs!"  and  "Home  Sweet 
Home!  " 

We  always  play  so  finely, 
And  when  we  play  "  Die  Waeht  am  Ehein!" 

Our  music  sounds  divinely. 

[Spoken J    Yes,  the  music  comes  sweetly  from 
Chorus.— That  little  German  Band  &c., 

III. 

To-day  while  I  was  taking  lunch, 

Down  in  a  German  Garden, 
A  man  asked  me  if  I  could  play, 

A  tune  called  "  Dolly  Varden!  ' 
I  told  that  man  to  go  away, 

I  was  provoked  already, 
I  never  heard  of  such  a  tune, 

Nor  do  I  know  the  lady. 


[Spoken] 


I  did  not  think  it  worth  while  to  ask 
about  her  of 


Chorus— That  little  German  Band,  &c, 


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Dill  you  ever  tn  ike  love  1  If  not,  have  ntry. 
I  courted  h  girl  once,  bo  bashful  and  Bhy, 
A  t'nir  Utile  creature,  who,  by  the  bye, 

\r  coaxing  and  wheedling  had    such  a  nice  way: 
Ev'ry  night  to  her  house  I  went, 
In  harmless  delight  our  evenings  were  spent, 
^he  had  :i  queer  saying,  whatever  it  meant, 

For  whenever  I  entered  her  house  she  w  itrid  nay: 

Croii 

Pull  down  the  blind,  pull  down  the  blind, 
Pull  down  the  blind,  love,  come  don't  be  unkind. 
Though  we're  alone,  boar  this  in  mind. 
Somebody's  looking,  love,   pull  down  the  blind 

How  loving  we  were,  how  cosy  we'd  chat. 
Bout  one  thing  and  t'other,  and  this  thing  and 
With  my  arm  round  her  waist,  how  cosy  we  sat. 

Like  two  little  tartle-doveB  perched  on  a  tree  : 
Such  squeezing  and  teasing  and  pleasing  we  had— 
Such  wooing  and  cooing  to  make  our  hearts  glad, 
With  laughing  and  chaffing   1  near  drove  her  mad  : 

But  still  she  was  awfully  spooney  on  me 

SPOKEN.— And  if  that  soldier  would  only  have  left 
us  alone,  she  would  never  have   exclaimed  : 

Pull  down  the  blind,  »tc. 

One  night,  for  a  change,  we  wen;    to  the  play. 
And  when  we  got  home  she  was  awfully  gay. 

She  saw  them  make  love  and  so  learned  the  Way, 
The  piece  was  Claude1  Melnotte, and  suited  her  tine: 

She  called  me  Ic.-r  rose-bud,  her  duck,  and  her  dear. 

She  threw  her  arms  round  mo.  while  fast  fell  each  tear, 

She  cried,  oh.  don't  leave  tne,  for  sadly  1  fear 

You  don.t  love  me  truly,  say  will  you  be  mine  t 

Si'oKiix — Just  at  thai  moment  a  policeman  passed 
and  Bh'e  said: 

Pull  down  the  blind   etc. 

Our  coui'ing  days  oVi    at  lam  we  were  wed, 
I  oft  bless  the  hour  when  to  church  her  I 
1  now  call  her  Mary,  she  calls  me  ^ 

We're  happy  and  loving,  and  never  know  strtfe 
We  vea  fine  handsome  lass,  an  .two  noble  boys. 
Trouble  or  sorrow    never  us  annoys; 
Of  life  we've  the  sweets,  and  while  tasting  its  joys, 
,      I'm  thankful  I'm  blessed  with  a  good    little  wife. 

SPOKEN — And  should  an  angry  word  rise  to  my  lips, 
with  a  meek  smile  on  l»r  face  she'll  exclaim; 

Pull  dowh  the  blind,  etc. 

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TOMMY, 


Written  and  composed  by  T.  S.  Lonsdale. 


Sung  at  the  California  Minstrels,  San  Francisco. 


A  very  well  known  city  man, 

Presents  himself  to  you, 
And  you  may  guess  when  I  am  dressed, 

Of  girls  I  know  a  few. 
A  widow  fell  in  love  with  me, 

While  riding  in  a  train, 
She  had  a  blessed  boy  with  her, 

Who  caused  us  both  much  pain. 


Tommy  make  room  for  your  Uncle, 

There's  a  little  dear; 
Tommy  make  room  for  your  Uncle, 

I  want  him  to  sit  here. 
You  know  Mamma  has  got  a  bun, 

And  that  she'll  give  to  you; 
So  don't  annoy,  there's  a  good  boy, 

Make  room  for  your  Uncle,  do. 


When  first  I  met  this  charming  fair, 

'Twas  on  my  journey  down 
To  spend  a  day  in  a  quiet  way, 

Just  like  a  swell  from  town. 
The  Widow  loved  romantic  scenes, 

And  a  squeeze  on  the  sly; 
But  when  my  arm  went  round  her  waist, 

The  boy  began  to  cry  1 

Spoken.— He  declared  I  was  hurting  his  Mamma,  and 
would  insist  upon  sitting  between  us,  only  fancy  making 
love  to  a  girl  with  a  boy  In  the  way,  but,  she  said  to  him 
in  a  voice  so  sweet: 

Cho. 

The  mother  told  her  loving  son 

To  watch  the  passing  train, 
"  But  no,"  he  said  "  my  Uncle  Fred  " 

Will  kiss  your  hand  again, 
The  Widow  blushed,  a  maiden  blush, 

And  I  was  not  myself ; 
For  who  could  make  love  on  a  seat, 

In  front  of  that  young  Elf? 

Spoken.— Yes,  it  would  never  do  to'make  love  before 
the  boy,  and  the  Widow  said—"  Not  before  the  boy,  Fred, 
not  before  the  boy  ;  just  then  we  went  under  a  tunnel,  and 
she  said : 

Cho. 

We  found  a  quiet  snug  retreat, 

I  went  down  on  my  knees, 
And  asked  if  she  would  fly  with  me 

Across  the  bright  blue  seas. 
She  sighed,  and  said  "  You  wicked  man, 

But  how  about  the  child  ?" 
And  clasped  him  fondly  to  her  breast, 

While  I  the  agony  piled. 

Spoken.— I  said,  "  My  lovely  of  all  lovely  beings,  let  us 
fly  to  some  foreign  clime,  where  I  will  protect  you  and 
your  boy."  She  answered,  and  said,  "  How  about  my 
little  pie  shop."  "  Oh  !  the  Dicken's  I  do  you  keep  a  pie 
shop  ! " 

Cho. 


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Tuolumne  Re-union  Song. 


BY    B.    .1.    MARSTER8. 


• 


The  earth  lies  fair  beneath  our  feet, 

Life's  ocean,  wide  before, 
And  rippling  waves  of  beauty  break 

Along  the  shell-strewn  shore. 
The  beacon  lights  are  all  in  view, 

They  kiss  the  sunny  isles; 
And  sweetly  through  the  ether  blue 

The  star  of  friendhip  smiles. 

A  chosen  gem,  Sierra,  borne 

Upon  thy  jeweled  breast — 
Though  from  its  golden  sittings  torn, 

Is  cherished  none  the  less. 
And  though  in  pleasures  courtly  train 

Our  footsteps  wander  free, 
Our  hearts  unchanged  will  e'er  remain 

Loved  mountain  home  with  thee. 
• 

And  while  we  chant  thy  glories  here, 

Thy  wealth  of  rock  and  rill; 
Thy  mem'ries  dear  that  woo  the  ear 

wiion  life  seem  dark  and  chill; 
We  hear  thy  mystic  spirit  call 

From  care  and  strife  apart, 
While  glist'ning  pearls  like  dew  drops  fall 

A  tribute  from  the  heart. 

Forgot  are  sorrows  deep'ning  lines, 

Forgot  her  hidden  scars, 
For  in  our  social  system  shines 

Re-unions  silver  stars; 
Whose  lights  adown  the  joyous  years, 

The  years  for  which  we  wait — 
A  bow  of  promise  through  our  tears 

Will  span  life's  golden  gate. 

Awhile  the  clouds  may  veil  the  sky, 

The  tempest  wildly  beat, 
And  cherished  forms  in  darkness  lie, 

Ere  we  again  shall  meet;  . 
Or  through  the  gloom  of  death's  dread  night 

Sweet  inspiration  draw, 
To  trace  in  higher  fields  of  light 

Re-unions  perfect  law. 


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